Displaying Mastery by Breaking Convention

There are two types of displays of mastery that I enjoy watching. First, is when a person does something simple better than millions of others that dedicate their life to it. This means they have taken the conventional path, but have taken it to an elite level through a all-encompassing obsessive pursuit of perfection. Many Olympic sports are a good example of this. I don’t know much at all about gymnastics but in 2012, McKayla Maroney (of “not impressed” meme fame) was the perfect example of this:

The second display of master I enjoy watching is when the person takes a different approach, breaks convention, and perfects it such that it no longer looks so foreign and “wrong”. This is the more interesting one to me but it first requires understanding of what is conventional in order to appreciate the breaking of such convention. One example of this that comes to mind is postmodern piano. Here’s an accessible piece by Carl Vine. It embraces “dissonance” and chaos: the very thing that music so desperately ran away from for most of its recorded history.

Performance Enhancing Drugs a Century from Now

lance-armstrong-yellow-shirt-seven-winsLance Armstrong was under severe fire from accusers for years. This week he came out and admitted to regularly using performance enhancing drugs. While a lot of people yell their silly-ass hearts out about “cheating”, I have to remind them of the $500 million Lance’s foundation raised for cancer research, and more importantly, of the millions of cancer patients to whom he had given hope (and continues to give hope).

Of course, witch hunts are nothing new, and will always be part of a population that does not frequently suffer from bouts of empathy and rationality.

Moreover, the fact that doping was part of the cycling culture makes me wonder about the future of performance enhancing drugs in 10 years, 50 years, and 100 years. The line between what is and isn’t seen as “cheating” by the public has evolved over the years. It’s a line of the “I know it when I see it” variety. Most certainly there will be technological innovation in the fields of genetics, biochemistry, nanorobotics, prosthetics, etc, that will drastically expand the realm of what the human body is capable of doing with a little (or a lot of) help from science.

Will these be seen as cheating? There are no easy answers, especially in modern-day sports were both PED use and evidence-free accusations are rampant.

Packers vs Bears: The Sweet Joy of Getting the Last Laugh

nfl_u_rodgers1x_576Just as the majority of religious folks only visit church or synagogue a couple times a year, I watch a non-playoff Green Bay Packers game only 2-3 times a year. I love football, but like most drugs, doing stuff you love in moderation isn’t easy, so I prefer to stay away from it. Except of course when my Chicago buddies start being awfully hopeful about da Bears.

The Bears have struggled since after the 2006 season (getting spanked in the playoffs by the Packers two years ago). But this year they were looking good half way through the season. There was a moment I remember when Packers had a losing record (like 3-4 or 4-5) and Bears were something like 7-1 or 8-1, and the trash talking coming out of Chicago was at an all-time high. I remember that moment, when all I clung to was the fact that Packers won the Superbowl two years ago and almost went undefeated last year. I was living in the sweet denial of the past.

Fast forward to today, and the Packers won their wildcard game and the Bears didn’t even make it to the playoffs. The growing silence of the Bears fans on this point fills my heart with joy. I’m not sure what it is about being a sports fan that makes me behave like a greedy 5 year old who just beat up a friend for a piece of delicious candy. But damn it feels good to be getting the last laugh (at least for now) ;-)

The Best in Their Field: What Top Experts Look Like

I was watching a talk by Stephan T. Lavavej (pictured left with his cat) who is one of the many academics whose work I admire, and I was struck by the thought that I would’ve never guessed he was as brilliant as he is if I ran into him on the street and had a brief conversation. I’m not sure what I expected an expert in the field of computer science to look or act like, but somehow I had an expectation of some visual representation of super-human ability.

In reality, the common characteristics of experts seem to be the opposite of dramatic super-human grandiosity:

  • Modesty. Genuine modesty takes many shapes, but to me the most common is a kind of calm confidence in action. It may seen strange to say that modesty requires confidence, but again I’m not talking about the fake kind of boastful confidence, but the internal one that comes from a lifelong pursuit of specialized perfection.
  • Makes everything look easy. Another misleading quality of an expert is it often looks like you can do what they are doing just as well if you “tried”, because they make it all look so damn easy. This is especially the case in many sports.
  • Strange. Getting good at anything requires a singular focus, and so the result of that pursuit (over a period of years) is that some aspects of the person’s behavior (physical and/or mental) becomes “underdeveloped”. A common and obvious example is general social awkwardness. Then again, it could be argued that this may be a contributing cause of brilliance, not its effect.

In sports, the visual footprint of hard training is often clearer due to the muscular body it produces. And yet, even in sports, the very best often look to be in no better shape than the barely-active beer-loving bar dweller. A good example of that is Fedor Emelianenko (pictured right) who is widely considered to be one of the greatest fighters of all time. If you watch video of him before and after fights, you would probably guess that he couldn’t beat up anyone ever.

In general, the pattern in sports is simple: athleticism at the highest levels is often overcome with flawless technique, and flawless technique doesn’t require a flawless physique. So the top athletes in their sport, somehow, often don’t quite look like what our mind would conjure up (probably influenced by the grandiose visions of Hollywood movies).

Witches, Communists, and Steroid Users

As we march from birth to death, reading books, developing friendships, making countless stupid decisions, we build up certain instincts about human behavior: what’s rational and what’s irrational; what’s good and what’s evil. Our civilization on a macro and micro level has seen a lot of growth in the amount of rational and moral deliberation that precedes action. Evolution of thought through religion, then philosophy, and finally through science has helped frame our deeply emotional and judgmental monkey brain.

Still, it’s clear that it’s possible to whip up mass hysteria, where thousands if not millions of people believe something without any grounding in verifiable truth, but simply because “everyone else knows it is true”.

Salem witch trials is a favorite example of this for me, where (in America of all places) a couple hundred women were arrested and about 20 executed for practicing witchcraft. Of course, a lot of “evidence” was provided. “Evidence” in support of a claim it seems is something that’s easy to conjure up when the crowd is yearning for the claim to be true. In more recent times, the McCarthy hearings stink to me of the same mass hysteria. Everyone you disliked was clearly a communist.

This brings me to the topic of steroids, and the news of the day that Lance Armstrong is to be striped of his seven Tour de France titles after the “U.S. Anti-Doping Agency published a 1,000-page report last week that said the American took part in and organized an elaborate, sophisticated doping scheme on his way to his unrivaled success”.

Lance Armstrong did not admit to any accusations. He simply declared that after years of fighting charge after charge, he is fed up, and wants to move on. There is a large amount of testimonies from people accusing Lance of doping. But it’s very important to me that there is not a single piece of direct clinical evidence. In fact, he has passed every one of hundreds of tests given to him over the years. Where are the positive tests? They either don’t exist, or if you believe the many accusers, they were covered up.

I have seen people from all walks of life make declarations that a huge fraction of athletes in professional sports use steroids. I very VERY rarely hear those statements criticized. In fact, the most common response is “well, duh, of course!” Are there communists out there? Yes. Are there “witches” out there? Yes. But just because you have 10 guys pointing and crying “witch” doesn’t make it so.

I see this as an extension of a conspiracy culture that believes in UFO’s and doesn’t believe that we landed on the moon. Perhaps that’s why I get so upset when people accuse random athletes of using steroids just for the hell of it. It reminds me how little people care about science, math, history, and philosophy, relative to latest dramatic flavor of witch hunt and conspiracy theory.

Happiness is a Cheap Bike

For the last 3-4 years, I have been riding a $100 road bike purchased at Walmart. Concerned friends told me that it’s a waste of $100 because it would break down in a week. Instead I was recommended by said friends to buy something like a 1985 Bianchi at a garage sale (for the same price) and that would last me much longer, or instead save up and get a legitimate new $700+ version.

Let me tell you something, friends. I like my life simple and functional, and while I understand that you have to pay for value, I’ve found that in most aspects of my life, I can be happy with the cheap option, at least at first. I like learning about what works for me by starting with the cheap option, embracing it, and fully exploring the ways in which it is awesome and of course the ways in which it sucks.

If the cheap option leads to a serious interest in the activity it relates to, I then invest in a more expensive option. In most aspects of my life, I have yet to move past the first stage of enjoying the hell out of the cheap option. For judo and jiu jitsu, all my gi’s are still some of the cheapest out there (Fuji). Same goes for mp3 players, computers, furniture, food, cellphones, coffee, and women (only kidding on this one).

Well, my bike finally “broke down”, because the repair guy messed up an inner tube swap ($5) that now requires a $40 axle replacement. I said screw it and bought a new bike for $70. This time: a mountain bike. I’m as happy as a little kid with it. It’s not going to be as fast as a brand new Bianchi, but it’s pretty damn comfortable, and gets me from A to B in style.

Life is good.

Pedestrians, Bikes, Cars, Cabs, and Buses

I have seen the world from all 5 perspectives in the title, and perhaps not surprisingly, every time it’s everyone else except me who is a damn irresponsible insensitive a**hole from that perspective. And that seems to be the common trend. Bicyclists complain about cars, bus drivers complain about pedestrians, and everyone complains about cabs.

So I wanted to gather up some random facts, stats, and whatever else I have in my notes on the subject.

Bicycles

  • 50% of bicyclists wear a helmet for at least some trips. 91% of bicyclists killed last year weren’t wearing a helmet. So don’t be like me and wear a damn helmet (and also criticize me for not wearing one).
  • Most bicyclist deaths occur on a major road between intersections
  • Cyclists have the same rights as cars, but are supposed to ride as close to the ride curb as possible.
  • Riding a bike drunk is the same as driving a car drunk in most states (meaning it’ll get you a DUI). The same goes for riding a lawn mower while intoxicated, in case you were wondering.

PS: If you ever have a bicycling question, check out this awesome Q&A site.

Cabs

  • In a study of NYC cabs last year, 538 pedestrians and 282 cyclists were injured.
  • In my personal study of Philly cabs, 97% of cab drivers either don’t know how to drive or just don’t care.

Pedestrians

  • The number of male pedestrians killed by cars are twice that of women. I suspect that a large percentage of those men are Russian and have a general affinity for vodka (the drink of the people).
  • If you’re hit by a car at 40 mph you have an 85% of dying.
  • If you’re hit by a car at 30 mph you have an 45% of dying.
  • If you’re hit by a car at 20 mph you have an 5% of dying.
  • Unless you’re a judo player (especially a Russian one who has consumed a lot of vodka), then your likelihood of death goes down as the speed of the car goes up.

I guess the lesson here is to have respect for those you share the road with.

To my fellow cyclists that don’t get off the bike in the winter, stay safe and good luck.

I would be amiss not to include this promotional video for a Russian log bike delivery service:

Don’t Ask Don’t Tell in Sports

A picture of two football players huggingI heard this story on NPR and was genuinely surprised. It seems that no major professional male athlete has come out publicly as being gay.

First, let me define my perspective. I’m not gay myself and I only have one or two friends that I’m aware are gay, so the issue doesn’t feel particularly personal to me, which is why I was not aware of some of the facts covered in the NPR story. I see the general discrimination against homosexuals the same way as I see slavery: an ugly stain on human history that is bound to be overcome by the progressive common sense of reasonable people. It’s a ridiculous disrespect of human rights, and the vision of the founding fathers.

I say the following cautiously, but we should distinguish between (what in my mind are) two uses of “gay” in sports. Sports are for tough people, physically and mentally. So the use of the word “gay” that I find less despicable is when it refers to the stereotype of being “feminine” (another nested stereotype). It’s like calling someone a p***y. Perhaps, other words should be used, but I’m rarely a fan of political correctness, so this use of the word “gay” doesn’t bother me as much.

What does bother me, and what I don’t actually see that much in my experience with sports, is genuine homophobia. I think that once a few major professional athletes come out as being gay, both the first and the second use of the word will become obsolete. I’m pretty sure that gay people range (just like straight people) from some of the toughest athletes in the world to the biggest wusses that would much prefer to sit at home with a tub of ice cream and cry over a cheesy romance novel. I respect athletes that have the killer instinct and the mental fortitude to overcome any challenge. I don’t care who they sleep with, fall in love with, or have extra-marital affairs with.

Live the Questions

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions” – Rilke

The above is an excerpt from Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet (great read).

I occasionally find myself in a stressful situation, some over-dramatized conflict, full of uncertainty. We all do. For me, it’s a person that did something, or a situation I didn’t expect, or even when a 250+ lbs aggressive dude is doing the stack-pass like his life depends on it (sorry for those that don’t know about brazilian jiu jitsu).

The stress takes hold of my mind, and I can think about nothing else but ways to resolve the problem. What I’ve been learning lately, however, is that the best resolution starts with patience, because most problems don’t have immediate solutions. It probably sounds pretty lame and preachy, but just letting my brain stew in the chaos of uncertainty of it all has worked well for me. Not that I ignore the issue, I just don’t allow myself to make any hasty decisions. This even applies to the stack pass scenario above. In fact, sports are good at teaching that it’s okay to take a relaxed stroll through the fire every once in a while.

That’s all.

The Green and Gold

For a person that doesn’t watch TV and reads as much as I can manage in a day, my love of football has always puzzled me as it never quite fit into the personal value system according to which I’ve structure my life. So here is really the question: why do we love sports?

I have been a fan of the Green Bay Packers since moving to the United States from Russia. The place I moved to was Naperville (a western suburb of Chicago). Why am I not a Bears fan then, you ask? The person that introduced me to football, and really to most things in America, is my very close friend Allen. He was and is a huge Packers fan.

For many reasons it’s a remarkable team, the only one in football that is publicly owned by about 112,000 local residents. There is a 40 year 80,000 person waiting list for season tickets. Packers fans, in other words, are loyal (surviving proudly the drought of the 70s and 80s).

As I said above I spend very little time watching TV or keeping up with any sport-related news. Every week, I simply watch the Packers game, quietly, without the slightest concern for the fantasy points of this or that player. I only want them to win, but even if they don’t, I still walk away somehow feeling better (though a bit heartbroken).

I don’t have answers as to why I have this 15 year relationship with the Packers, but I do know that is has been one of the only constants in my life, through different girlfriends, hobbies, schools, apartments, I’ve always had the 2-3 hours on Sundays in the fall to take my mind off the concerns of the real world.

Why am I writing about this now? Just maybe because they made the playoffs last weekend by beating the Bears at home in Lambeau. And there are few things I love in life more than watching the Packers beat the Bears and then rubbing it in the faces of my Chicago friends.